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Last updated at 23:24 04 May 2007 VEwv22'
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He travelled by Bentley, ate in fine London restaurants and spent his days lounging in a furniture shop. The story of Christian the pet lion - and his eventual release into the wild - is as moving as it is incredible. 3-hu'xSU
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The furniture shop was on the King's Road in London. It sold tables, wardrobes, chairs and desks - but anybody peering through its plate-glass window on a Sunday might have noticed something rather more unusual. [77]0V7
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Amid all the pine and oak, stretched out languidly on a bench, there was a lion. And it wasn't stuffed. 6!+xf
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"Christian used to lie beside me while I did the accounts at weekends," remembers Jennifer Mary Taylor, who worked there.
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"And every so often, if I'd ignored him for too long, he'd sock me across the head with one of his great big paws. \%mR*J+
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"He was very loving and affectionate - he liked to stand and put his paws on your shoulders. But he was...", she pauses. "I mean, he was a lion. Does that sound silly?" ]m=* =LLC
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Christian the lion (named by someone with a Biblical sense of humour) arrived in -x:Wp*,
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For a year, the Big Cat was part of it all, cruising the streets in the back of a Bentley, popping in for lunch at Casserole, a local restaurant, even posing for a Biba fashion advert. ]^8:"Ky'
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He eventually grew too big to be kept as a pet and was taken to Kenya, where he was rehabilitated into the wild by the 'Lion Man', George Adamson. 4w*F!E2H\}
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Now, his story is to be told in a new book, written by the Australian John Rendall who, along with his friend Ace Berg, bought Christian from Harrods in 1969. R+]Fh4t
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So what possessed them to buy a lion cub in the first place? <*8nv.PX*
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"A friend had been to the 'exotic animals' department at Harrods and announced, rather grandly, that she wanted a camel," says Rendall. RLw=y{%p
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"To which the manager very coolly replied: 'One hump or two, madam?' 0aQNdi)b
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"Ace and I thought this was the most sophisticated repartee we'd ever heard, so we went along to check it out - and there, in a small cage, was a gorgeous little lion cub. We were shocked. We looked at each other and said something's got to be done about that." uQ5NN*C=
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Harrods, it turned out, was also quite keen to be rid of Christian, who had escaped one night, sneaked into the neighbouring carpet department - then in the throes of a sale of goatskin rugs - and wreaked havoc. L)y }
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The store, which had acquired the cub from Ilfracombe zoo, happily agreed to part with him for 250 guineas. So began Christian's year as an urban lion. sOzjViv
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Today, it would be unthinkable for a shop to take such a cavalier attitude towards selling exotic animals (though Harrods did, at least, provide Ace and Rendall with diet sheets). o7DDL{iR/
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And it is hard to imagine either the animal rights lobby or any local council condoning a shop as a suitable habitat for a lion. But, back then, no one minded at all. MR#jI
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Christian was given his own living quarters (and a very large kitty-litter tray, which he used unfailingly) in the basement of the appropriately named Sophistocat furniture shop. *h@nAB\3
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"He had a beautiful musky smell that was very distinct," says Rendall. "But he was clean." '?_I-="
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The vicar of the Moravian Chapel nearby was approached to allow Christian the run of the graveyard, and every day he was taken there to roar around and play football. W=GNo9:
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Once, when he was brought along to a seaside picnic, he dipped his toes reluctantly in the water and intimated with a shudder that it was disagreeably cold. But he was eventually persuaded to swim in the English Channel. ;s9!ra:3
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"He was a lot of work," says Rendall. "It took all four of us - me, my then girlfriend Jennifer Mary, Ace Berg and an actress called Unity Jones - to look after him. J4 !Z,-
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"He also ate a lot, four meals (two liquid, two solid) plus supplements every day, which cost about £30 a week - a lot of money back then." 9} eIidw K
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He pauses, then adds, "And he had a very good sense of humour." :M1+[FT
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"Oh yes. Sometimes, he'd see people staring at him through the back window of the car, keep very still on purpose - and then, just when they were convinced he was a stuffed toy, he would very slowly turn his head and freak them out." 9oKRu6]D-
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Everyone loved Christian and he became a popular local figure. In 1970, when Chelsea beat Leeds in the FA Cup Final, Sophistocat received a call from a policeman, 'The football fans are going to be boisterous, so you'd better get your bloody lion out of the window or they'll smash it in,' he warned. e7]IEBbX2O
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Christian himself was beautifully behaved, and though he never hurt anyone, you underestimated his strength at your peril. rya
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Jennifer Mary remembers taking a friend to see him, "after I'd had one or two glasses of wine -and when he put his paws on my shoulders, one of them slipped, his claw caught my dress and he pulled the whole front of it off." T_5 E
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He grew and grew - from 35lb when he first arrived to a rather more serious and imposing 185lb a year later - and he was beginning to acquire a mane that made him look more fearsome. @#*B|lHE
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He clearly could not stay with his two young owners for ever. B?#@<2*=L
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His future was decided by a chance encounter - when the actors Bill Travers and Virginia McKenna walked into the shop to buy a pine desk. f>#\'+l'
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They had recently starred in the film Born Free, which tells the true story of the wildlife conservationist George Adamson and his wife Joy, who raised a lion cub called Elsa in Kenya then rehabilitated it into the wild. \<i#Jn+)
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And they immediately suggested that Adamson might be able to help. ln3x1^!
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Certainly, the conservationist was intrigued by the challenge of introducing a King's Road lion to the wilds of Africa. b.8HGt<%
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"But," he warned, '"ou must be prepared for this not to work. Elsa was born in Africa and she knew its smells. Taking a British-born lion, whose parents were also raised in captivity, is going to be a very different thing." g RSM~<
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Christian was flown to Kenya in a specially-made crate emblazoned with the words, 'East African Airways. London-Nairobi. Christian - male lion, 12 months'. John and Ace went with him. q'C'S#qqn
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"I think George Adamson got quite a shock when he met us," says Rendall. "Straight from the King's Road, in all our gear - flares from Granny Takes A Trip, and with hair everywhere. nUd(@@%m
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"We looked rather different from everyone else in Nairobi. But then so did Christian. He'd come from winter in England, so had a very thick coat - he was almost as hairy as we were." w?oIKj
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Adamson wanted to drive straight to the Kora Reserve, close to the Tana river, where there was no human habitation. This, he felt, would be the ideal spot to build a camp. S9
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Because lions live and hunt in prides, and it is hard to impose a new male on an existing one, the plan was to introduce Christian into the wild in tandem with Boy, one of the tame beasts who had starred in Born Free. @<>](4D
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Together, they would form the nucleus of a new pride - and the whole project would be funded by a TV programme. _ky!4^B
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Christian was marshalled into the back of a Land Rover, with straw on the floor and chicken-wire separating him from his friends on the front seat. It was all rather confusing for a lion accustomed to the butter-soft leather of a Bentley. And he was hot. And dusty. And confused. d!Y,i!l!
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Not long into the journey, Rendall ventured, "Mr Adamson, he needs to go to the loo." ~uzu*7U
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Adamson was impatient. @^k$`W;
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"We're miles from anywhere. If we stop here and he runs away, we will never, ever catch him." NawnC!~ $
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"Mr Adamson," promised Rendall, "that is not going to happen." \<